You breathe winter
speaking of chilled tongues...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

I feel this night will not end
because when she moves...

We see the sunlight in each other's eyes....
echoing the natural rise...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love...

Her heart reclaims winter-
spiralling in between birth and flight...

You broke my heart,
and the worst part is...

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hands twisted in the mud...

Please comment on this poem, so I can know if...
Sometimes I take chances...

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I view the day as a hallucination...

I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...